“Girlfriend?” she asked with just enough disappointment to make his heart soar with hope. Maybe he hadn't completely ruined his shot with her.
“Secretary. I thought maybe the cliche would work, but it is no fun out of the office," he answered honestly. He couldn't have lied to her if he tried. Something about the way she looked at him with those green eyes completely made his brain go haywire in the best way possible.
“So you just left her?” She frowned slightly and Jack's heart stalled.
“She's out admiring the pool boy. And still hungover from last night,” he answered feeling the anger of the morning flash up again. “It hasn't been the best vacation of my life," he said. "This conversation has been the most civil one I've had all day.”
She frowned, her green eyes full of concern he didn't deserve. “That is no vacation. Vacations are supposed to be fun. You know, maybe even save a life or something.” She laughed, banishing her frown and his.
He stared at her smile, taking in her natural beauty and optimism. Just being around her positive energy was making him feel better. Plus, she still hadn't recognized him. It was thoroughly possible that she was just a very good actress, but something in her demeanor told him that she legitimately just thought he was a normal guy.
“You want a drink?” she asked, a pretty blush heating her cheeks.
Jack grinned. “A drink sounds great,” he answered. She grinned back before turning to lead him to a beach towel in the sand.
Jack followed, amazed at her. She had no idea who he was, yet she was offering him a drink. For the first time in months, Jack felt his shoulders relax and the smile come naturally. The possibility of a real vacation suddenly seemed within his grasp.
Chapter 4
The porch creaked slightly as Emma glanced back to make sure he was still following her. She grinned and nervously fumbled with a key in the door. Moonlight danced off her hair and the only thing he could think about was that he needed to kiss her. He needed to find a way to convince her to stay with him.
Dinner had been even better than he could have hoped. The resort Emma was staying at had amazing food, but it was the company that had made it memorable. She got him to reveal things about himself that he never told anyone. He still couldn't believe that he had willingly told her about the car he totaled when he was fifteen.
She had told him secrets in return, like how her ex-boyfriend had called her fat. Just thinking about it made him want to find the guy and punch his lights out. Emma was gorgeous, especially standing here in the moonlight.
Jack moved up the porch and rested his arm on the door frame, capturing Emma. She turned, her eyes big as saucers. He wanted to kiss her more than anything, to take that lip she kept biting and claim it as his own. Placing his hand on her neck, he pulled her lips to his and did just that.
He started gently, using his tongue to search her out and then diving in deeply. She tasted like strawberries and cream, with just a hint of salt from her time in the ocean. Desire burned deep within Jack, a need he knew only she could satisfy. He pushed her back against the door, skimming her jaw with his teeth. She whimpered as he pressed a thigh between her legs, making the fire roar within him.
“You want to invite me in?” he whispered. Part of him was afraid she would say no, or that she would say yes and there would be a photographer waiting to catch them.
“Why?” she whispered back. “Are you a vampire?”
He smiled, drawing her up into a kiss and taking what he wanted. He pushed the door open and pulled her through it, releasing her only once they were inside.
Her eyes gathered the moonlight as she took him in. He knew he was a good looking man, but when Emma looked at him like that, he felt it. She licked her lips, carnal desire shining out of her innocent eyes. He couldn't have said no if he wanted. He could feel his c**k growing hard and thick at just being near her.
The corners of his mouth twitched upward in a cocky grin. He liked her looking at him like that. Her h*ps were suddenly back in his hands as he pulled her to him, desperate to feel her touch. Emma's fingers tangled in his hair, sending shivers down his spine. The ache growing in his pants was almost too much to bear.
Jack's fingers tugged at the fabric of her skirt, slowly raising it until he could caress the soft skin on the bottom of her ass. Her hands were hot on his chest as she fought to remove his shirt. He dropped the dress, anxious to please. If she wanted his shirt off, he was in no way going to argue.
Her palms pressed against his chest, making his heart pound harder. Every nerve in his body was telling him he needed to have her. He didn't hesitate, reaching down and picking her up. She squealed in delight as he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom.
Tossing her on the bed, her dress fluttered invitingly. He didn't want to rush things, though. As much as his c**k was telling him he needed to be inside of her right now, he wanted to enjoy this. More importantly, he wanted her to enjoy this.
Slowly, he took one bare foot in his hands and began to kiss his way up. She drew back, self-conscious, but he didn't let that deter him. He just kept kissing, working his way up slowly to her thigh.
His mouth watered at the thought of her taste. Just putting his fingers on the edge of her bikini bottoms caused her h*ps to rise and he had her open before him. He inhaled her scent, more sweet than musky and felt his c**k jump in his pants. It took everything he had to move only his tongue to her sweet folds and start to lick.
She shook with pleasure. Every tremble made him want her more. He had never wanted a woman to come for him as badly as he wanted Emma. Her hands gripped his hair as she arched her hips, wordlessly begging for more. And he was eager to give. Her legs tightened to a choke hold as she lost herself to the motions of his practiced tongue.
He was surprised when she pulled up hard on his hair before he could make her shake with pleasure again. There was no way she could have known that her sheepish smile made his blood sing with desire. If she wasn't going to let him pleasure her again that way, he was determined to find another.
He grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted, pulling her bikini top off with the dress. She lay na**d on the bed before him, frozen. He nearly came right there. She was so perfect, so lush and beautiful that he could barely breathe.
His hands moved to the button on his swim trunks on their own volition. Every thought in his mind was just that he needed her. It was primal and deep. She stared with open lust at his erection, mouth open and tongue licking just the tip of her lips.
He carefully placed his phone on the nightstand and then set his wallet beside it after removing the foil package inside. With practiced hands, he rolled the thin wrapper down his length; he swelled slightly at his own touch but knew it was hers he was thinking of.